Thirty-third day full.

News of Wang's death came out.

Before he died, he was as rotten as a mess of mud, and he was tortured before he took his last breath.

His two younger brothers, just a few days of work, one offended the sitting tiger in the provincial capital and was beaten into a vegetative state, and the other was without Wang Siwan's protection, and the crime of beating people to death on the street in the past was lifted out and arrested in the bureau, and he had to eat a gun.

These are all the means of the White Four Wolves.

I want my life not to have money, give him money for nothing, he still reciprocates gifts, laughs at the windfall, and backhanded the life of my Wang family as a return gift!

The news was transmitted back to the county seat, and the sound of firecrackers sounded on the street that night overnight, and the neighbors said that it was the god of exorcism.

Zhou Chengcheng hanged himself in the sound of firecrackers.

When a normal person hangs himself, he will unconsciously struggle desperately because of the pain of suffocation, so that his face is distorted and his image is terrifying.

As a result, the charlatan who borrowed the spirit of the god became a trace of hideousness completely different from his own.

This is also the biggest flaw in the top shell borrowing God.

But Zhou Cheng has always looked calm, and even has some relief.

After he took his last breath, I looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, it is Zhou Cheng's face.

Young but vicissitudes, with white temples and stars, with a deep sadness between his eyebrows and eyes, but there is a trace of freedom to see through the red dust.

From now on, I am Zhou Cheng, and Zhou Chengcheng is me.

After collecting the corpse, I took Zhou Cheng's documents and stepped on the night train to Jincheng.

I didn't buy a sleeper, I only bought a hard seat for the slow train, and it took 27 hours to reach the terminal Jincheng.

At this time, it is not the peak season, and the passengers on the train are sparse, and two or three people sit opposite each other, which is also relaxed.

After getting on the bus and finding a seat, I took out a soft bag, poured out a cigarette, placed it diagonally on the cigarette case, and pressed it with a lighter to form an irregular but stable triangle, and then leaned on the seat with my arms and closed my eyes to recuperate.

This is called a pressure channel.

A little trick.

If you know how to look at it, you will know that I am also a person in the rivers and lakes, and I will not come to provoke me.

Kidnapping, cheating, stealing...... All the off-the-beaten-path roads that make their fortune by train will be active on the night train.

The so-called dragon riding nocturnal ghost does not know that it is when the windfall is in hand.

The mobility of people on the train is too great, and when you get on the train and act, you have to get off the train, and the ghosts don't know what to follow.

I am now Zhou Cheng, destitute, uprooted from home, and had to buy a hard seat ticket for the night train in order to be cheap.

It's not pretending, I really don't have any money right now.

Originally, I had some savings, but in order to meet the current personality, all of them were donated to the Hope Project.

There is a huge difference between being really rich and pretending to be poor, both in terms of spirit and behavior.

The old rivers and lakes can be seen at a glance.

My trip to Jincheng is a life-and-death battle, and every detail I can think of must be done sufficiently.

But I didn't want to get into trouble on the road, so I pressed this one to give myself shelter from the wind in order to have a safe journey.

When the train left the starting station, there was a family of three sitting in the opposite seat above the seat next to me.

A young couple dressed fashionably and neatly with a fat boy who was no more than two years old.

The fat boy was very naughty, crawling around his parents without stopping.

He noticed the cigarette lighter I had placed on the table and tried to crawl over to get it, but the young father stopped him in time and gave him a live education, telling him not to take other people's things casually.

The fat boy didn't know if he understood it, so he turned his head and arched into the arms of his young mother.

The first three stations were safe and smooth, but by the time the fourth station arrived, it was close to 12 o'clock in the evening, and the passengers who got on the bus became mixed.

After a few stops, there were three waves of Lao Rong before and after, each wave was at least six people or more, looking at the change and stirring six hands, at a glance, it was a guy who always made money on the wheel.

But they didn't open in this car.

It's because they all saw the way I put on the table.

The swing road is not only to show identity, but also to mark the site.

Putting it out usually means that I have already occupied this car in advance and am ready to open here.

Fellow rivers and lakes talk about territory, but also talk about first come and first come.

In particular, the old Rong came out to open the store in order to seek wealth, and they were unwilling to conflict with their peers until they had to do so, and they chose to back down when they saw that they were occupying a place.

Anyway, the night dragon is long, and any section can make a fortune.

But the people of this carriage borrowed my light, and saved themselves from ruining their wealth.

In the middle of the night, it was safe and sound, and at about three o'clock in the second half of the night, not long after stopping at a small station, a few people, men, women, and children from other carriages, all found vacant seats and sat down as soon as I walked through this carriage, and coincidentally spread around my position.

Then a good-looking old lady sat down in the vacant seat next to me.

With a faint smell of medicine.

Good people's incense!

It's a drug.

It belongs to the method of patting flowers.

The smell of medicine made of secret recipes can make people unconsciously relax their vigilance and relax their spirits, and strangers can also be treated as close relatives and friends after chatting a few words.

I glanced up and recognized their identities.

It's a gang of kidnappers.

The kind-hearted old lady sitting next to me is the "Bodhisattva with Treasure", and the head of this group of people is almost like a probing head to take the treasure with her hands, and she will do it.

The swarthy man who had just sat down in seat 86 on the opposite side of the aisle, tall and strong, looked honest and honest, but was actually the "Dharma Protector King Kong", responsible for intercepting and escorting the Bodhisattva to leave the scene with treasures.

The short middle-aged man in the back row, wrapped in a shabby military coat, leaned on the seat and squinted after sitting down, looking like he was napping, but in fact, he was secretly observing the surrounding environment to distinguish whether there was danger in the crowd, and it was suitable for opening a treasure. He is a "multi-eyed Arhat", who specializes in watching the wind and warning to identify his identity, especially to confirm whether the target is plainclothes Leizi.

Further on, there are three middle-aged women about thirty years old, all dressed as peasant housewives, chatting in a rough voice from the time they meditate, and they are "carrying the sedan chair dragon girl".

The treasure is the child who wants to be abducted.

They stared at the fat boy with the little couple sitting opposite.

This fat boy has uniform flesh and bones, full of energy, and rich skin, which is the best product in the eyes of the abductor, if you can find a suitable buyer, it is also a starting price of 50,000 yuan.

In these years, it was only 30,000 yuan to buy the first bid for Gemen.

This group of people must have seen the arrangement on my desk, but they still have no scruples to reach out in front of me to do things, and they can use the incense of good people, they must not be ordinary crutches, but foreign magicians who have passed on the art of patting flowers.

Only a warlock with skills in his body would be so arrogant and unscrupulous, looking down on ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and completely ignoring the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes.

If other side doors open up here to fish, as long as you don't mess with me, I will definitely not be nosy.

I'm just a charlatan, not a chivalrous man who roars when he sees injustice in the novel.

But this flower crutch is my heart disease.

All the crutches in the world are damned!